I was six when my mother taught me the art of invisible strength. Along with other phrases. It was a strategy for winning arguments, respect from others, and eventually, though nethier of us kno at the time chess games.
In Chinese we say, Come from South, blow with wind-poom!-North will follow,
I live in Chinatown in San Francisco with both of my parents and my two older brothers.
We live on Waverly Place, in a warm, clean, two-bedroom flat that sat above a small Chinese Bakery specializing in streamed pasties and dim sum.
One day I saw my brothers playing chess. So without knowing how good I would be I asked Vincent if he could show me how to play.
Why aren’t there any women and children?
Why is the sky blue?
I loved chess so much that I wanted to start competing. So my mom and I decided to enter me in a chess tournament.
As I began to play, the boy disappeared, the color ran out of the room, and saw only my white pieces and his black ones on the other side.
I began to win all my chess games.
By my ninth birthday, I saw a national chess champion.
Over time I started to realize all of the annoying things my mom started to do. She was obsessed with making sure I win.
Ma, I can't practice when you stand there like that.